Page 84 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
“I mean it, Kennedy, you are beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said.
He was kissing my neck, my breasts…slowly rolling my nipples in his mouth…and then moved his tongue down my belly and to the top of my pussy. I was soaring. None of this seemed real, but it made me feel the most alive I’d felt in a very long time. I could have cried with joy.
Nico thought I was beautiful! He said he couldn’t get enough of me! Those were words I didn’t think I’d hear from him. Not after he disappeared a second time.
He was kissing my clit, gently beginning to stroke my mound with his tongue and lips. I reached for his head, weaving my fingers in his hair. His mouth on my pussy was like Heaven on Earth. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
His finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy, while his tongue worked on my clit. He rubbed and sucked and stroked. I could hear the lapping sound his mouth made while he worked away between my thighs.
Nico really knew how to set my body on fire. The embers were uncontrollable. It was like my whole being was aflame!
I was quickly falling over the edge. I rolled my hips, sighing and moaning and trying my best to keep the orgasm at bay. I wanted this feeling to last forever.
But Nico was making it impossible to hold back. His finger in my pussy, his tongue lapping up the juices and teasing my clit…I was going to come.
I screamed his name, panting and writhing as I came in a rush. Nico remained stuck between my legs, using all his energy to concentrate on the most explosive orgasm of my life. I could feel my sticky juices flooding down my legs, smearing his mouth but he didn’t stop. He kept going…kept going till I was done.
Spent and in a daze, my body fell back on the bed. That was when Nico finally pulled his finger out of me. He looked up at my face. I could see my cum glistening on his lips. He was smiling at me now.
“I’ve been dreaming about that for a long time, Kennedy,” he stated. His voice was a deep sexy growl. It was like a warning. He wanted me to know the kind of control he had over me. I didn’t care.
I kept my legs parted and waiting for him. Using whatever energy I had remaining, I thrust my hips up towards him. I wanted him to know I wanted more. Nico smiled, roughly grabbing my hips again.
He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that my legs dangled over it now. He slid down, wedging himself between my thighs, right where his face was before.
He stroked my swollen clit with his thumb again, testing me for wetness. While with his other hand, he stroked his cock. I was staring at him, admiring the sexy look of determination on his face.
With one quick thrust, Nico buried himself in me.
I breathed in deeply…it was a heavy satisfied breath. For three weeks, I’d fantasized about this moment. I didn’t think I would ever see him again, let alone have him inside me.
Nico thrust deep and hard and before he started moving, he caught me by my hips tightly. I closed my eyes in satisfaction.
“I want you to look at me, Kennedy,” I heard him say.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the darkened heavy look on his face. This time, the sex was different. Nico wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. I was making love to him too…because I knew I had never felt this way before. Not with any other man.
He moved his hips strongly. They were quick powerful thrusts. I could feel his cock moving deep inside me. He traced his thumb down my belly to my clit, reawakening it.
I was going to come again! So quickly after my first one!
We moved together, keeping our eyes trained on each other. Nico looked determined as he drove himself in and out of me. His fingers on my clit was all I needed.
When I saw him clench his jaws and heard him grunt, I knew he was coming. I released at the same time.
This orgasm was a slow delightful trickle, taking over my body like a delicious experience. Almost like a dream.
Nico was moving inside me, he was emptying his seed in me again. I could feel the explosion of his cum and I exploded too. He grunted my name with every slow thrust he made as he came. I watched him, the way his gray eyes remained focused on my body.
We were coming together…just the way it was supposed to be.
Towards the end of our orgasms, I smiled at him. Nico grinned too…and I could see his eyes shining. This moment meant something to him. We were having a baby together, and now we were one.
Chapter 17
Nico
Kennedy fell asleep soon after we had sex. She was in my arms while I laid awake, thinking about everything that happened today. I didn’t want to wake her, she needed her rest.
I watched her as her body gently rose and fell with every breath she took. I couldn’t resist, I had to touch her. I tucked some of her stray strands of red hair behind her ears. She had a soft smile grazing her face as she slept and I wondered what she was thinking about. She was beautiful…the kind of woman who was reliable and smart and would make a good mother. I knew my child was going to be lucky to have her as a mom.
Slowly, as quietly as possible; I slid my arm from underneath her head. She moved and then turned around, clutching one of her pillows now. I got off the bed and put on my jeans. Kennedy was lucky that she could just fall asleep. I had too much on my mind to even shut my eyes. I needed to figure out all this shit first.
I needed a drink.
In her kitchen I found that nearly-empty bottle of whisky. She hadn’t touched it since that night four weeks ago. I took the bottle to the living room and poured some of it down my throat.
It was late evening now and dark. I walked over to the window, enjoying the way the whisky burned my throat. There wasn’t much to look at outside. Kennedy lived in an ordinary neighborhood. I would have to fix that too, I thought.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it still. I was going to be a father. Kennedy was going to be the mother of my child.
In the first few moments when she revealed the news to me, I didn’t want to believe her. I hoped that if I refused to listen to more, then it would go away. How was I supposed to look after a child, when my own life was constantly in danger?
But I had to do something. I couldn’t just leave Kennedy alone and shirk all responsibility of looking after our baby.
I knew she needed me. Any mother would, and I wasn’t about to turn my back on her now. We still didn’t really know each other; we had spent more time apart than together, but the one thing I couldn’t deny was that I had feelings for her.
The past four weeks apart had been hell for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop wondering what she was doing, if she’d moved on and if I’d ever see her again.
I wasn’t sure how she felt. Maybe the only reason she’d come to talk to me was because she wanted me to know about the pregnancy? Maybe it had nothing to do with how she felt about me. Maybe other than a basic sexual chemistry, there was nothing else between us.
I drank some more of the whisky.
Whatever her feelings for me were, the reality was that now we were together. We were going to have a baby, which meant that I had a role to play in her life.
How was I going to manage that? While keeping her and the baby safe at the same time?
Images of our dead accountant floated up in my head. I remembered the note that was found on him. They were coming after us. All the people my father had offended and mistreated, all the shit he’d got our family involved in over the years—was eventually going to come to bite our ass.
People were looking for vengeance against the Rossi family.
Now, with Kennedy and the expectant baby in my life—I had a liability. This was going to give our enemies one more thing to come after.
I couldn’t tell anybody. Nobody should find out about Kennedy or the baby. Not even my father.
As long as I could keep them a secret, maybe I could keep them safe. But how?
How could they have a remotely normal life, if I was keeping them hi
dden from the world? What kind of joy or happiness would my child have if I was constantly watching it? If I didn’t allow it to lead a life of its own?
I needed more alcohol, but the whisky bottle was empty. Shaking my head, I threw it in the bin in the kitchen.
I checked in on Kennedy again. She was fast asleep. I was itching to do something, to get drunk, to talk about what was going on.
But I couldn’t talk to anybody, not even Kennedy.
I pulled out my phone and dialed my father’s number. He answered on the third ring.
“Where are you?” he asked, as usual.
“I need to talk to you. Right now!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.
“What is it now?” he asked and sounded bored already.
“Meet me at Maverick. I’ll bring the cigars,” I said and ended the call. I knew he wouldn’t say no to that offer. Maverick was his favorite joint, the place they treated my father like royalty. Behind the bar, in his own private room—we could smoke our cigars and hopefully have an adult logical conversation.
I went back to the bedroom to put on the rest of my clothes. I watched Kennedy sleeping for a few moments before I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
I texted her.
I had to go. Finish up at work. I’ll see you soon.
Then I was out of the door. Rushing down to my car so I could drive to the bar.
I didn’t know what I was going to say to my father. All I knew was that I needed to fix things with him. That was the only way I could keep Kennedy and the baby safe.
Chapter 18
Nico
My father was already at the bar when I got there. The bartender behind the counter tipped his head at me and I knew that dad was in his private room.
I entered while he was on the phone. The room was already filled with smoke from the cigarettes he had been chain-smoking. I pulled the cigar box out from my pocket and snapped it open.
